A Certain Shade of Melancholy

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"When are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" I manage to ask in-between steps. Emilia is walking so quick that I'm having trouble keeping up. She still doesn't respond. She hasn't said a word to me since we left the house. I don't even know where we are anymore. I don't think I've walked this deep into the business district before, even though I've always been so close to it. Part of me wants to stop and go back, but the rest of me is far too curious.

Mang, I get that feeling a lot of times. Like, where am I? Why am I even going there? What is the person with me doing? But you can't stop, you have the urge of knowing what's deep inside. Deep inside human curiousity. This rules.

Emilia's voice. I catch her voice out of the screams. Everything is happening so slowly. It feels like my arm is going to rip off. She wants me to run. My feet unlock, and I run as fast as I know how. There are several people all around us. Others are running too. I look back, hoping to get another glimpse of what's unfolding, but the building is no longer in sight. Emilia isn't slowing down. She's practically dragging me now. I don't know what's happening. Another roar of screams. A vicious cry rips through my body. The ground quakes. My ears burst. My legs falter. Everything is spinning. I see Emilia's wild eyes. Her mouth is moving frantically. What is she saying? I no longer feel her grip on my arm. Are those...tears? Her hand reaches out for me...but I can't take it. Another savage, high-pitched cry slices through me. I can feel my organs lash out in protest, refusing the pain. The world fades around me. I lose sight of Emilia. My body feels like it's going to explode... And then my mind shuts down. Black. All black...

Also, I love when you write this way. Short sentences full of imagery and powerful words. Another writer I'm reading currently has this stream of consciousness-way to write and I love it so much. [/color]